الكلمات الأصلية
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In the rising sun
We never choose simple thing
Just lost the reason to give love
Lost desires, now, finding things without soul
Standing in fallen days
Broken dreams
Like a dead tree
To the scorching sun
To the scary cold
Where the life ends
And nothing remains in life
The pain of hate
The comfort of love
Choose, now, a path to cross
The sorrow on brain
Darkness of madness
You're living a bleed life
To the scorching sun
To the scary cold
Where the life ends
And nothing remains in life
